ten torches
your silence speaks volumes
i feel their pulse & texture
i hallucinate fire
and don't know whether or not
my fingers have turned into icicles
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variation 2:
10 torches
i feel the texture
of silence
and my fingers
turned into icicles
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wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1993/06/23
1996-2002
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